Doors Closing Slowly
by lilabut
Summary: A different take on Bella and Jacob s conversation at the end of Eclipse and how everything developed from that point on. Told in flashbacks with Quil and Embry acting in the present. New, beta-ed version.
1. part 1

Now a beta-ed version.

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**D o o r s. C l o s i n g. S l o w l y.**

Ancient Egyptians believed that upon death they would be asked two questions and their answers would determine whether they could continue their journey in the afterlife. The first question was, "Did you bring joy?"  
The second was, "Did you find joy?"

_Leo Buscaglia_

o o o_  
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"Quil?"

Embry's deep voice breaks through the silence like a small thunder, like the moving of a chair during an exam or the sudden cry of a seagull over the calmly breathing ocean.

Quil shows no reaction to his best friend's call, silently staring ahead into the emerging sunset; yellow and orange streams breaking the grey blanket every now and then, igniting the waves beneath, causing them to shine like teardrops on pale skin.

Wordlessly and slowly, Embry sinks down next to Quil on the edge of the cliff, his feet dangling in the air, his stare now focused straight ahead like Quil's.

For a second he thinks about the argument he would get at home for sitting on a rock with his brand-new suit, but then he thinks _screw it_ and _who cares_ – his wish to ever wear it again relatively small, anyway.

Minutes pass and the two friends just sit there in silence, listening to the breaking waves far beneath them, the rush of water, the sounds of moving leaves behind them.

In their heads they are screaming…

o o o

_It's wrong – it's not – it is – no, it'__s not – it _has_ to be wrong – no, it doesn't… it is wrong but it does not feel like it… at all. _

Bella's mind was spinning, spinning around and around, unfocused and confused – she felt overexposed, too sensitive. And most of all, she felt _good_. Too good. She felt better than she ever remembered feeling

It was the expression of pure bliss etched onto Jacob's features, mixed with the slightest hint of remorse that was mirrored in her own heart. It caused twitches in her chest every now and then, a reminder of _how wrong_ this really was.

Pain she knew she deserved.

In fact, pain seemed omnipresent, every muscle in her body aching and sore, including her heart and also muscles which she had not even known until that moment.

But it was such a _good_ pain…

Every rise and fall of her hips, every brush of skin against skin, the friction, each soft sigh, heartbeats getting more rapid, sweat erupting from every single pore, touches and chaste kisses – during these blissful moments Bella was sure she would be willing to trade the entire world just to keep this feeling alive for one more minute.

They both went slow and deliberate, suppressing the boiling coil of emotions inside of them – _anger, love, lust, passion, grief, doubt_.

First because of Jacob's injuries – they just _had_ to be careful – and second because they wanted it to _last_. Knowing that no matter how right this felt, it did not change anything any more, was _too late_ and practically in vain and only had the power to make it worse for both of them to say _goodbye_ later on.

They tried to keep this short moment of time for as long as they possibly could…

o o o

Embry was never the silent type of guy and so the thick silence soon starts biting his nerves, tearing at fresh wounds – wounds not even the werewolf inside of him could ever fully heal.

"It's a nice day. _Sunny_…"

"Yeah," Quil sighs, breathy and husky – heavy with the weight of today's darker sides.

"Emily sent me. She said she'd have dinner ready in about half an hour."

"I'm not hungry."

Embry snorts, the sound foreign to his ears these days and Quil tears his eyes away from the sky to look at his friend.

"You are _always_ hungry, Quil, so don't tell me you aren't."

There is no smile on Quil's face, but Embry can see the hint of humour, a fleeting shimmer in his dark eyes. The sight almost has a nostalgic touch to it.

"Well, I _am_. But… I can't go there. It's… strange. I don't feel comfortable. Why do people do that? Celebrate at times like these?"

"It's not a celebration. I guess they do it to be together, to gather and… share the weight. Grief. Most people handle that better when they share it."

Quil sighs and turns his head back straight, this time letting it drop downwards, facing the purple waves, coated with a foamy white blanket.

"Well, _I_ don't."

o o o

When Jacob woke up the next morning she was gone.

His gaze wandered through his room, looking for any kind of sign that indicated that the previous night had been real.

But in fact, he realized that nothing in his room proved that she even _existed_.

Nothing.

No pictures, no birthday presents, no postcards… and there were many reminders scattered across Jacob's room.

A pink card with little yellow flowers glued to the front, some already a little loose, which he had made for his mother's birthday when he was six years old. A postcard from New York City which Embry had sent to him a couple of years ago. A cactus that Rachel had bought him for his fifteenth birthday. Many reminders of a young past but there was nothing there that could be related to the very most important part of it.

It was when Jacob tried to turn from his back onto his healthy side when something small poked his ribcage and he managed to catch it with his damaged hand, careful not to destroy it – whatever it was.

When he saw it - small, delicate - pinched between his thumb and index finger, a tear welled in Jacob's eye, slowly dripping down his russet cheek which was the exact colour of the tiny wooden wolf in his hand.

It was the first and only tear he ever shed for Bella Swan.

o o o

"You've been sitting here all day?"

"Since noon. Ran a little before I came here."

"You phased?"

There is no answer. Only more silence.

"Does Sam know?"

"Why should I tell him?"

Embry thinks about that for a little while, trying to get his mind somewhere else, away from the pain – _pain he knew he should not feel_. And still it is there, everywhere, mirrored in each pair of eyes he looks into these days.

"Embry?"

"Yeah?"

"Did you ever… phase again, since…," Quil trails off mid-sentence, his index finger absent-mindedly fumbling with the button of his trousers.

"No. But I thought about it. Actually… I think about it a lot."

"Do you miss it?"

o o o

It was a rainy Wednesday afternoon when Quil ran into Leah Clearwater – in Jacob's garage, of all places.

"What are you doing in here?" he asked rather harshly, not out of anger but out of curiosity - his voice rather impolite all the time those days.

Leah just looked at him with a strange expression in her eyes and it took Quil a while to recognize it as compassion – a look so rarely seen on her face.

"It's so _quiet_ in here," she whispered, her back resting against a countertop, tools still scattered across the surface as if only seconds had passed since they had been left there.

"Yeah…"

They just looked at each other, neither one of them saying anything for a while – all their emotions swirling around the air, tying them together.

_Too much_ in too short a time.

It had been a month since the battle with the newborn leeches, a month since Bella Swan had moved away with the entire Cullen clan - a week since Jacob had disappeared.

"Do you think he'll come back?"

In some strange, foreign way Leah sounded desperate when she asked Quil that question, a question he was just as incapable of answering as she was herself.

And since he had no words to say, Quil remained silent.

o o o

"I don't know," Embry sighs, the memories of _speed_ and _strength_, patrols and fights – _adventures_ – playing behind his eyes like a vivid movie, endearing him into a kind of frenzy.

"Do you?"

Quil nods slowly, hesitantly but with determination.

o o o

Bella _knew_ she made the wrong decision. She knew because all of a sudden everything had changed, felt different, _was_ different.

When she looked into _his_ golden eyes all she really wanted to see was the _sun_.

When she touched his marble skin all she really wanted to feel was solid rocks, crushed by wave after wave.

When she heard his perfect, melodic voice all she really wanted to hear was the metallic _cling cling _of tools working on a car, the tingling _fizz_ of a warm soda being opened.

When she smelled his scent, once the most delicate smell in the world to her, all she really wanted to smell was salty water, grease and motor oil.

Three months after making her choice, Bella finally realized that she had left behind the only place that had ever felt like _home_ to her.

Just in time.

_Home_ was not the sterile, sophisticated apartment she _lived in_, intimidated by the heavy wooden furniture and clear structures, the glass and the lack of memories she connected to everything.

_Home_ was where she left her heart behind.

For the first time, Bella was grateful for Edward to insist on her attending Dartmouth before she would become like him – would become the antipode of what she _wanted_, what she _truly was_.

And so, on a mellow Sunday morning, Bella's future turned into a cloud of black and nothingness inside Alice's head and no one tried to stop her when she packed some clothes and money. She wrote a letter to Edward who was hunting with Jasper, waved, hugged, shook hands goodbye to his family, to _her_ family, inaudible words of apology coming from her lips. Silent tears welled in her eyes, spilling over the moment Carlisle carefully closed the cab door behind her in an act of kindness.

With a simple _thud _her life had changed – was over, _somehow_. A part of it.

A part she _almost _achieved.

o o o

"I feel so guilty," Quil says after another pause, his voice thicker than before – more suppressed emotions suffocating him.

"For what?"

"For how everything ended up. How _everything_ went wrong, all that happened."

"That wasn't your fault. That was… nobody's fault, really."

For a short moment the sun breaks through the clouds after Embry finishes his sentence, light illuminating the two young men sitting on the edge of a cliff, both of them dressed up, the looks of burden and sadness on their faces such a contrast to their age.

"I know it wasn't my fault. It wasn't even really my business. But… I keep thinking… He was our _best_ friend, for god's sake! We should have done more."

Embry's eyes are fixed on Quil who is tensed and unfocused, his fingers trembling – something Embry has not seen in a while.

It takes a minute or two for Quil to calm down, to regain composure and in the meantime the sun has been enveloped by heavy clouds again, the only debris being the yellowish glow on the surfaces of this place.

"What do you think we could have done?"

"I don't know. We… could have at least tried to keep _her_ alive."

o o o

Nobody really believed it when Bella Swan was suddenly back, out of the blue.

She just stood there with a bag in her hand in front of Emily's door, her fragile body almost giving in under the weight, her eyes red and puffy, dark shadows surrounding them.

She stuttered, her voice almost inaudible and full of despair.

Emily started to cry when she saw her, the realization hitting her hard and she clung to Sam's shoulders for the rest of that day.

It was Billy who had to tell Bella in the end. Tell her that Jacob had run off almost two and a half months earlier and that no one had heard anything of him ever since.

Embry drove her home that night - to Charlie. Because it was the closest thing she had to _home_ at that time.

"They hate me, right?" she asked weakly when Embry heaved her bag out of his trunk and set it onto the roadside.

He thought for a moment about how to answer.

"No. They don't hate _you_."

o o o

"It was an accident, Quil. There was nothing we could have done."

"You know that that's _not_ what I mean, Embry."

o o o


	2. part 2

_"It was an accident, Quil. There was nothing we could have done."_

_"You know that that's not what I mean, Embry."_

o o o_  
_

"And?" Emily asked anxiously the moment Bella stepped out of her bathroom, fingers clutching to a small, white object - eyes empty and numb.

Without any words Emily understood but nevertheless carefully took the stick out of Bella's pale fingers, the tiny pink plus sign causing her heart to twitch in her chest.

Emily tried to stay strong that day. When Bella collapsed into her arms, tears streaming down her face, breathless sobs and screams filling the normally so comfortable silence in this house, Emily held her friend, soothed her.

Deep down she saw what this _could have_ meant, could _almost_ have been like.

Jacob would have been thrilled, nervous, anxious, happy, over the moon, enthusiastic and scared to death about discovering that he would be a _Daddy_ soon.

But now, he did not even know about it, had no chance to feel anything about it at all.

So, Emily let Bella cry, cry until the last tear had escaped her eyes, cry until Bella fell asleep in her arms, exhausted and empty.

When Sam came home that day he found Emily crying silently, Bella in her arms, sitting on the couch with an expression of agony and helpless despair in her eyes.

o o o

"Hey, guys!"

Quil and Embry turn around in unison, Seth Clearwater standing a few feet away from them, looking oddly mature in his suit, his hands buried in his pockets, looking at his friends with a nervous expression, chewing his lower lip.

"Emily sent me. She was worried."

"We're fine," Embry says calmly and Seth seems relieved.

"You're not coming, are you?"

Both Quil and Embry shake their heads, sadness creeping back into their every move.

"I was thinking about that, too," Seth sighs and the two boys understand why Seth does not want to attend the dinner. Seeing his mother these days is torture for him.

Silence falls back in and for a few minutes they just _are_, trying to banish every thought from their minds.

Finally, Quil breaks the silence.

"Heard anything of Leah?"

Seth's eyes drop to the rocky ground, his left foot kicking a rather large pebble.

"No, not since…"

o o o

With the time passing slowly, they all realized the truth at some point.

Billy felt it first, his eyes darkening more and more with every day his son was missing without any sign that he was still alive.

They had a bonfire on First Beach; the pack, the elders, Bella and Emily who was patting Bella's roundish belly, every now and then a kick brightening up her worried face.

Bella never reacted to those kicks. She just stared ahead, blankly.

"He won't come back," Billy murmured into the cracking of fire and wood, waves crushing at the beach.

And they all understood.

The pack knew because if Jacob was still out there, if he still phased, he must be a world apart from them since they could not hear him.

But they were sure that there was no russet-coloured wolf out there in the woods these days.

They did not feel his presence anymore.

He was _gone_.

Billy knew because he was his son, because whenever he thought about him it felt like thinking about his beloved Sarah. It felt as if Jacob knew about him thinking, watching over him from somewhere.

And Bella – Bella just _felt_ it.

o o o

All of a sudden, Quil jumps up, dangerously close to falling of the cliff's edge.

"Are you alright?"

All Quil answers is merely a murmur and he crosses the small rocky platform they are on, walking down the dusty path leading to the road.

"Where are you going?" Embry and Seth call after him, facing each other with the same worried expression before running after their friend.

"Quil?"

"I have an idea!" he yells over his shoulder, a rare glow in his eyes as the three of them make their way to the roadside where two trucks are parked.

"Embry, I'll drive with you. Seth – we'll meet at Billy's house."

For a second, Quil looks at them with a kind of fury and insanity in his eyes before jumping into Embry's old truck.

o o o

Hanna was born on a sunny Thursday morning and Emily remembered that the moment the nurse rested the tiny bundle in Bella's exhausted arms, a chaste smile had lit Bella's face for the first time in a long time.

From the very first day, Hanna conquered every heart in La Push, resembling Jacob in so many ways. Her black, silky hair, her temper, the brightness of her smile, her laughter, the soft touch of her skin - a harmonic mixture of Jacob's russet and Bella's pale white colour - her eyes a touch lighter brown than Jacob's had been.

Bella lived only for her daughter, becoming a mother she never dreamed of ever being.

Embry often looked after his goddaughter, babysitting, playing the male-part in Hanna's life. He never tried to replace Jacob, but he felt some kind of duty towards his best friend and his child.

Hanna turned into a talker – never ceasing to speak and blabber, incomprehensible words and phrases, becoming more and more clear with every day of practise.

The day she started walking, Embry felt some kind of pride and he liked the thought of it being Jacob's memory inside of him who watched his tiny daughter making clumsy steps towards Bella who was kneeling on her kitchen floor with happy tears in her eyes.

o o o

"Do you think he's really dead?"

Quil's voice is nervous when he asks the question, a question that had lingered on his tongue for quite a while.

Embry's eyes remain focused on the road ahead, twilight in it's full blossom in the world outside.

"I hope he is," he finally answers and Quil's eyes widen in shock at his friend's determined words.

"Let me explain, Quil. It's… better for both of them if he's dead. Just think about it. Think about how in vain everything would have been for Bella if Jacob is still alive out there – what kind of a nightmare her life would have been. She does not deserve that. And think about Jake. What if he shows up here in twenty years, five years, tomorrow? What if he comes back to realize that he ran off thinking Bella chose that leech when, in fact, she returned soon after he left, choosing _him_. Having his baby and living all alone. Inside. She was lonely. You know that. Would you like for him to feel that guilt? It's better for both of them if he died somewhere out there. Long ago. And maybe…"

Embry hesitates for a while, letting his words sink into Quil's brain before continuing.

"Maybe they are together _now_. Finally."

ooo

Life went on for all of them.

Emily and Sam got married soon after Hanna's birth, Emily already showing a slight bump beneath her white dress.

Sam decided that day to stop phasing, to start aging again and since Jacob was gone and nobody else wanted to take over the part of Alpha and the threat of vampires in the area was diminished, they all stopped phasing, leaving that part of their past and being behind.

Quil and Embry graduated and brought their and Jacob's old dream of a proper garage to life, opening it in La Push, turning their hobby into their occupation.

Paul moved away from La Push soon after Sam's wedding, however returned a couple of months later, shortly before Sam and Emily's son was born. He never told anyone where he had been during those months.

Jared married Kim after graduation and he joined in Quil and Embry´s garage, feeling better, knowing he could help them that way.

Leah moved away from La Push overnight the day Emily gave birth, leaving a letter for her mother and Seth. She never returned home, however kept contact to her family, writing that she found a nice guy named Ben with whom she lived now.

Seth imprinted the day after he graduated, a girl named Fiona whom he met at the local store that day. He also joined the garage, running it together with Quil, Embry and Jared.

Charlie and Sue Clearwater made their long-rumoured relationship official at Sam and Emily's wedding, Sue moving in with Charlie soon after.

Billy was left with lies he had to tell Rachel and Rebecca about their brother's fate, telling them he ran off after a fight and is believed to have died.

Hanna's birth cheered him up again, being a grandfather giving him some kind of reassurance that he did not fail in raising his children.

Bella worked at Newton's Outfitters, thanks to her friends able to continue that work after Hanna's birth. Money was rare, the house she lived in at La Push small – but overall she was _alive_. That was what she told herself every morning when she woke up. It was what made her think that getting up actually made sense.

After all, her being alive had always been Jacob's most desperate wish.

Sometimes they all thought how differently their life might have been if Jacob was still there, if he had only had had the strength to wait a few more weeks for Bella to realize she had made the wrong decision.

The fact that they _almost_ made it, torturing all of them.

o o o


	3. part 3

_The fact that they _almost _made it, torturing all of them._

o o o_  
_

"You think this is a good idea?" Seth asks with his eyebrows pulled together, mustering Quil who digs through boxes and drawers in Jacob's old garage – a place that had become their refuge during the last four years.

It still looks pretty much the same it had that day when Quil and Leah had met in here, shortly after Jacob had left – left everything behind.

The Rabbit stands in it's place, tools still scattered across the surfaces, Jacob's grease-covered cut-offs hanging over the backrest of an old chair. It looks as if he only left for a minute to get something to eat, as if he would return any second, barking at Quil what the hell he was doing there.

It might still look the same in here but some things have certainly changed over the years. They brought things here. Memories, souvenirs. Reminders of a time that had _almost _made sense.

o o o

As a child, Bella always thought she would one day die because of her clumsiness. Stumble and get hit by a bus, run in front of a car, fall down the staircase, cut her wrists open by accident, hang herself with the clothesline. All those day-to-day accidents. That was how Bella had imagined her death to be like when she was young.

When she grew older, she was sure that her magnetic pull for danger would be her death one day. At a time, it was red-haired, cloaked or vicious vampires sucking her empty and leaving her behind somewhere in a damp, cold forest.

And then it was some big void that threatened to overwhelm her. Something she could not really define and, yet, was eating her from the inside out. But that she kept a secret, unable to explain it to herself and not wanting to worry anybody else with it.

And so it seemed an ironic turn of fate when Bella returned to her roots in the very end.

It was a foggy morning, cold and unpleasant; overall depressing. As usual. Embry had taken Hanna for a walk on the beach and Bella sat in Emily's kitchen, watching her friend breastfeed the black-haired boy in her arms.

Bella smiled, watching the tiny fingers clutch at Emily's chest, soft squishing sounds and whimpers filling the content silence.

It was a rare moment of peace, a moment where the loss and the _almost's_ and the in _vain's_ were, for once, absent. A moment like it should be all the time.

Laughter outside made Bella's smile brighten even more, her daughter's voice like _bells_ to her ears.

Storming outside to have her daughter back from Embry's enthusiastic babysitting-nature, Bella tripped across the doormat, losing balance and falling down the five porch steps, her head hitting the ground first.

She pulled herself up before Embry even reached her and Emily appeared at the door with a scared and worried expression on her face. Bella waved her hand at their concern, rubbing her left ribcage and cuddling her daughter into her arms, inhaling the salty scent of her hair. Water, ocean. _Sunshine_.

They told her to see a doctor straight away but Bella only told them they were being overprotective, that the bruise on her ribcage and the tiny, _tiny_ scratch on her left temple were nothing to worry about.

Bella spent that day at Charlie's house, Sue always being such an adorable sort-of grandmother to Hanna, playing with her as if she were her own child.

"Hit your head again?" Charlie asked in a matter-of-fact voice when Bella sat on the couch, the two of them laughing at her omnipresent clumsiness.

They had cake and tea, played with Hanna in the backyard, reading, talking. A nice day. Even the sun broke through the clouds from time to time.

Bella left her daughter with her father that evening, wanting to attend a bonfire with the others. Her last had been a while back.

She kissed her daughter goodbye after humming her to sleep, stroked her soft cheek with the tip of her finger, calling "_See you tomorrow!_" to Charlie and Sue and heading for First Beach.

It was two hours later when Bella started to feel a headache, ignoring it – not mentioning it to anyone.

Emily eyed her with concern the entire night, still worried about her. But she kept telling herself that Bella was old enough to take care of herself.

The sun set and Bella got up from the driftwood, taking off her shoes and slowly wandering towards the shore, dipping her feet into the cold, wet sand, water washing the dirt away each time the debris of a wave reached her.

The orange sky comforted her, reminding her more of her daughter these days than of Jacob. That thought hurt too much, so she instead concentrated on Hanna, on each of her features she could eye inside her head.

Emily smiled softly as she watched Bella standing in the water in front of the magnificent sunset, her own fingers intertwined with Sam's.

This picture would later become the memory Emily chose to be the last she had of Bella Swan. What followed – she decided to banish that from her mind.

Suddenly, Bella had just dropped to the ground, water splashing softly when she hit the damp sand beneath.

They rushed her to the hospital but her heart had already stopped beating the moment she lost consciousness. The doctors told them that her brain had been bleeding for several hours and that she had probably not been in too much pain before she passed.

They knew better, though.

It seemed odd to them – that after all these years of struggle and fight, Bella's heart just_ stopped_ beating. Just like that. That she gave up so easily.

o o o

And so she is gone. Disappeared just like Jacob had. Nowhere to be found anymore. Only in fading memories and pictures and the eyes of her daughter.

Charlie and Sue take Hanna because Billy is incapable of raising another child, too weak – having lost Bella as well giving him another break.

Renée, who arrives the day after Bella passed, and who might be the most capable person to raise her granddaughter, refuses to take the little girl away, away from La Push, away from her _family_, away from _home_.

The idea of forcing Bella's restless being into one dark place for the rest of time seems so inappropriate to all of them that they soon decide on burning her, her funeral being held this very morning.

They are all barefoot at the beach, damp sand clinging to their toes, the sun about to rise, a reddish glow already predicting the breaking dawn.

And when the sun finally breaks through the clouds and illuminates the day, they let the wind and waves carry Bella's ashes away, carry her to _all_ places, letting her restless soul find peace.

There is not much talking – hurt, anger, sadness and frustration too present for everyone, no one strong enough to hold a speech – but they also know that Bella would not have wanted them to hold a _memorial_ for her. It is simple and calm, peaceful.

They say their silent goodbyes, hoping that passing was the step Bella needed to finally find happiness.

o o o

It is the happy memories that run through Quil, Embry and Seth's mind as they stand at First Beach at sunset, the same place they had already been at this morning, a small fire burning and cracking by their feet.

They think of the motorcycles which are still hidden underneath a bush behind the garage, of cinema and homework, spaghetti dinners and cliff diving – every happy memory they ever received through Jacob's thoughts or witnessed themselves.

All they think about are the happy moments, the rare moments of peace, the moments in which _Jake and Bells_ seemed reachable, possible.

Embry slowly opens his fist above the fire and three items fall into the orange flames. A picture of him and Jacob when they were seven, standing in front of the local store with ice-cream in their hands, both of them smiling brightly into the camera. A picture of Embry, Bella and Hanna on Emily's porch, the tiny baby wrapped securely in Embry's arms, Bella's hand caringly stroking the dark fluff of hair while her own head rested on Embry's shoulder.

And the postcard he once sent Jacob from New York City, full of chattering about the _lights_ and the _big houses_ and the _girls_.

Quil is next, a picture of him and an eleven-year-old Jacob next to a Harley Davidson – their faces full of admiration and envy – and a wooden hammer with an engraved dedication which Bella had bought him for his last birthday, joining Embry's memories in the fire.

The three of them sigh deeply as the last rays of sunlight glow on the far horizon and Seth finally kneels down next to the fire and pulls something small out of his back pocket.

It is a strange picture: the images slowly burning away, inch by inch turning into crumpled black debris of paper, the hammer turning shade for shade darker… and the tiny russet wolf slowly turning into ashes while the sun disappears beneath the ocean's surface.

"I bet he is complaining about us destroying hours and hours of filigree work right now," Embry sighs with a chaste smile on his face as he watches the burning beneath him.

For a second they are silent, only waves and cracking wood filling their ears. But finally, Quil starts _laughing_.

"_Sure, sure_," he says with a bright smile on his face, winking towards the very last inch of sunlight that hovers over the red water.

fin.


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